Fighting Soul Clan Demoness

Chapter 615 'Soul Clan Demoness'

"you you!"

The old ghost who picked stars had a face as white as gold paper, his pupils filled with terror, and even his soul seemed to have lost consciousness at this moment.

With his centuries of experience and shrewdness, he was actually manipulated by a junior who even took pleasure in it!

impossible.
This is impossible! !
"What, you think I'd fall for that?"

Hun Ruoruo's face was mocking, and every word she spoke was like the sharpest needle, piercing deeply into the soul of the Star-Picking Old Ghost.
"A mere puppet? I'm curious, who gave you that confidence?"

hum-

In an instant, Old Ghost Zhaixing's mind went blank, and a chill swept over his entire body.

His pupils contracted rapidly, and cold sweat poured down his face: "What, what did you say?"

"Just as expected, a puppet." A hint of 'pity' flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes as she chuckled, "She's about to die, yet she doesn't even know she's been tricked."

Ta-da!
He staggered back five steps, his heart pounding violently. Finally, unable to contain his fear, he roared:
"What are you talking about? Stop spouting nonsense in front of me!"

Hun Ruoruo's pretty face was illuminated by a chilling arc of light, and she gave a bewitching smile:
"If I'm not mistaken, the person who called you here shouldn't be just Mu Gu, right?"

"what"

A suffocating sound, like someone being strangled, suddenly came from the throat of the old ghost who picks stars.

"Nine Heavens Venerable."

"Not too stupid."

Hun Ruoruo's eyes held even more amusement. "In that case, why don't you guess why he went to such lengths to gather everyone who participated in the siege of Yin Valley here back then?"

Upon hearing this, not only Old Ghost Zhaixing, but even Binghe, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't help but tremble violently.

"No, impossible. This is impossible!"

Binghe was stunned, feeling as if both his mind and body had been severely damaged, and his cultivation level plummeted, dropping directly back to the level of a four-star Dou Zun.

In order to board the Soul Palace's ship, he almost exhausted most of his accumulated resources, which barely secured him a chance to work with Venerable Qinghai.

But who could have imagined that all those sacrifices and efforts would ultimately amount to nothing more than becoming a puppet of the Nine Heavens Venerable?

And now they're even risking their lives!

Binghe roared madly, "How could Lord Demon Rain, the Nine Heavens Venerable, possibly abandon us? How could he!"

"What, you don't believe me?" Hun Ruoruo looked disdainful, but she didn't take Binghe's words seriously at all.

"I--"

Binghe's words came to an abrupt halt. Only then did he realize that his understanding of the Soul Palace was probably more than that of the girl before him, even if all the people present combined did not know as much.

The Nine Heavens Venerable, whom he regarded as the leader, was now about to silence everyone present. This contrast was as if he had suffered the greatest blow in the world.

"Why?" Hyoga's lips twitched slightly.

"Why?" Hun Ruoruo's eyes were filled with an extremely rich nine-colored purple light. "Of course, it's because you offended me."

"He's willing to risk exposure and send all of you pawns to their deaths, so of course he wants to shift all the blame onto you pawns. You don't really think he'd care about something as insignificant as Glacier Valley, do you?"

"no no!!"

Each piercing soul-piercing sound tore through the last line of defense in Binghe's heart. He roared, stood up, and began chanting frantically:

"Damn it, he deserves to die, you all deserve to die!!"

These words, which sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, actually came from the mouth of the dignified Valley Master of Ice River Valley. Before today, probably no one would have believed it. But now, the people in the audience didn't even react in the slightest.

All that remains is numbness and despair.

"Useless trash, wake up at once! Don't let her control you!" Old Ghost Zhaixing shouted, barely suppressing his fear and rage.

"Damn it. You deserve to die too!!" Binghe roared, his ten fingers instantly covered with a layer of deadly poison, and he pounced on the enemy like a madman.

"Idiot, what are you doing?!"

The old ghost's expression changed drastically. Caught off guard, he didn't even have time to put up any resistance before Binghe grabbed his neck tightly.

The fingernail pierced into the dry skin, and the caustic toxin was absorbed instantly, emitting a strong stench of corpse within half a breath.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A shrill scream, so mournful it was inhuman, rang out, as if the vocal cords had been twisted into knots. The veins on the old ghost's forehead bulged, and his eyes turned purplish-black.

How terrifying are the toxins of this calamity?
Looking across the world, the only things that can suppress it are the strange fire, which is a spiritual object of heaven and earth, and the purest battle qi attribute.

And these are things he clearly lacks!
Because of the drop in his cultivation level, Binghe's attack was not fatal, but it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, causing his rationality to vanish completely.

"die!!"

He roared, and a pair of ghostly hands suddenly attacked, instantly piercing through the undefended icy river and smashing his head as easily as cutting tofu.

"You little bastard!!" His eyes were bloodshot, and even with Soul Extinction by his side, he could no longer suppress his rage.

At this moment, only one thought remained in the mind of the old ghost who picked up stars—

If we don't capture him, he'll surely die today!
Before he could finish speaking, Old Ghost Zhaixing flashed out like a star chasing the moon.

"Hmph, you've forgotten so quickly?"

Faced with the attacks of the old ghost Zhaixing, Hun Ruoruo made no attempt to dodge, her face full of mockery.

She reached out and hooked it.

Suddenly, the body of the glacier, whose head had been shattered, began to tremble slightly.

The next moment, a pure white soul, with lightning speed, suddenly burrowed into those black wings.

"what?!"

The old ghost who picked stars was terrified. He never dreamed that the girl in front of him could devour Binghe's soul in an instant!

That is the soul of the Calamity Poison Body! "The Calamity Poison Body is conceived at the root of the soul, formless and shapeless. Even if one changes their body, they cannot escape its bondage."

A strange, purplish-black light flashed in Hun Ruoruo's eyes, like a whispered farewell: "I accept this power."

After she finished speaking, the originally bright red, blood-red waves gradually became murky as the girl spoke. In just half a breath, they turned into a deadly zone of poison.

"The Poison of Calamity." Old Ghost Zhaixing's lips trembled violently, fear and rage spreading through every corner of his body.

In his perception, the wave of blood before him was even stronger and more poisonous than the glacier!
The old ghost who picked stars had a twisted face and screamed, "Pure water battle qi! How can such a terrifying ability, enough to encompass all the power in the world, be born in a little bastard like you? How can the Palace Master kneel before you? I refuse to accept this!!"

He was like a drowning dog, suffering an unprecedented blow to his body, mind, and appearance. He even knew how miserable he looked, but he couldn't believe it.

He was clearly so high and mighty, and he had the upper hand earlier. How could he be humiliated to this extent by a junior?
"I am the Heavenly Venerable of the Soul Palace, the Palace Master of a Branch Palace, how dare you humiliate me like this?!" Old Ghost Zhaixing roared angrily.

"Celestial Venerable?" Hun Ruoruo's voice was chilling and penetrating. "The Celestial Venerable is not even worthy to kneel before me."

With a wave of her hand, the blood wave instantly shattered the old ghost's attack. The corrosive sea of ​​blood was even enough to erode his soul.

"Bang!!"

Hun Ruoruo flew forward, and the pair of red high heels that Xiao Yan had carefully selected now seemed like deadly blades, stepping on his face.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

His nose, teeth, and even his tongue were all smashed into a pile of mud. The old ghost who picked stars couldn't even utter a word; only an extremely sharp scream could be heard.

"Bang, bang, bang!!"

Hun Ruoruo's eyes were filled with madness, and the hatred in them was enough to topple the heavens and earth: "Kill him? You dare to say you're worthy?!"

"You're nothing but a piece of trash who's barely reached the Dou Zun level in your entire life, how dare you... how dare you let him risk his life for you?! A worthless life like yours, even if you die a thousand times, ten thousand times, it wouldn't be worth a single hair on his head. Who gave you the guts to ruin our lives?!"

Hun Ruoruo picked up the red shoe and smashed it repeatedly on the head of the old ghost Zhaixing. With each slap, blood splattered, until it stained the bright red high heels, as well as her hair and face.

"Miss."

After an unknown amount of time, with a low sigh, Hun Miesheng, who had been observing from the sidelines, finally spoke slowly:
"He is dead."

Hun Ruoruo's raised arm suddenly stopped, the mist in her eyes dissipated, and she gradually saw the scene before her clearly.

Looking at the old ghost Zhaixing, who had long since turned into a pile of minced meat, Hun Ruoruo suddenly took a breath, slowly stood up, and staggered toward Hun Miesheng.

Walking to the two of them, looking at the still pale-faced young man, Hun Ruoruo lowered her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice with a hint of tenderness, "How is he?"

"Barely clinging to life," Hun Miesheng whispered. He only knew how to kill, and was never good at healing.

Hun Ruoruo remained silent.

"I ask you, what is your purpose in coming here?" she suddenly asked calmly.

"By order of His Majesty, we are here to escort the young lady back to her clan."

"I'll give you a chance to say it again."

"."

Looking at the silent girl before him, Hun Miesheng felt a sudden, inexplicable tremor in his heart.

After a long pause, he spoke with some difficulty: "I do not wish to make an enemy of you, Miss, and have come to apologize in order to settle our grievances."

"No wonder it's you." Hun Ruoruo smiled, but there was no smile or even emotion on her face.

"Miss." Hun Miesheng seemed to want to say something, but as if he had some reservations, he chose not to speak.

Seeing this, Hun Ruoruo's eyes flashed, and she revealed a knowing expression:

"So, he came too."

Soul Extinction's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

Hun Ruoruo looked at Xiao Yan with gentle eyes and said casually, "After returning to the clan, I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

“Yes,” Hun Miesheng replied in a low voice.

Without speaking to him again, Hun Ruoruo looked at Xiao Yan, who seemed to be fast asleep, raised her hand to wipe the dust off his face, and also brushed away the strands of hair that were stuck to his skin with sweat.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

The girl's hair began to turn gray at a rapid pace, but her gaze remained as gentle as water, as if she wanted to capture Xiao Yan's face at this moment forever.

"The past is as dead as yesterday."

"Everything that follows is like the birth of today."

A few raindrops fell, which then turned into a torrential downpour, accompanied by flashes of lightning and thunder.

As the girl murmured softly, the old ghost's soul instantly shattered into countless points of light, which drifted into his wings and then transformed into the purest and most extreme energy, entering Xiao Yan's brow.

She gently laid the young man down, and an invisible barrier formed a semicircle, protecting him from the cold.

"He has been away from his clan for nine years and has yet to mention when he will return."

She stepped into the rain, her voice seemingly heartless and indifferent, as cold and withered as a withered tree: "Today, I accept my defeat."

The rain washed over the girl's body, turning the remaining white of her Taoist robe completely blood-red. As she passed the corpse of the old ghost who picked up stars, she casually picked up a pair of red shoes with cracked heels and held them in her hand.

The blood piled up higher and higher, and the turbid waves of blood surged on her calves, but she remained untouched by the filth, like a lotus blooming from the mud.

She walked very slowly, but the distance between her and Xiao Yan stretched very long until she disappeared from sight.

Inside the Sound Valley, in a small courtyard.

An Suying, who was quietly wiping the photos, suddenly trembled, and the glass covering the surface shattered inch by inch.

There seemed to be tears glistening in her eyes, but they evaporated in an instant and disappeared without a trace.

Behind the woman, a figure in a greyish-white robe quietly placed his hand on her shoulders, and a gentle voice slowly echoed in the room.

"Suying, this time, I won."
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(End of this chapter)